Amichai woke up with an eye infection the other day. He came into my bathroom as I was brushing my teeth with one eye open and the other crusted shut. Gross. I knew what I had to do – cancel clients, head to the doctor. The first time Amichai had an eye infection it led to a stay in the NICU, so you might think that still today – even the mere sight of puffy and red eyes would send me into a post-traumatic tailspin. But it doesn’t. It doesn’t because I choose to understand Amichai’s ...